"Ying Gou, have you figured anything out?"
Fang Xiaocao asked Ying Gou, holding the half-torn sleeve deliberately left behind by Hou Qing.
There are some things it cannot say.
But can be expressed through Ying Gou's words.
Fang Xiaocao, as a superior, knew she could not easily show suspicion to her subordinates or those about to become subordinates.
Especially when the person behind it has their own faction.
If Fang Xiaocao were to express doubts about Hou Qing now, it would cause panic among the Blacklist members who haven't fully surrendered to her.
The loyalty that was inclined towards her would shift again, due to absolute distrust.
Fang Xiaocao's long study had surely not gone to waste.
On the contrary, Fang Xiaocao had been desperately absorbing knowledge, striving to quickly become a competent superior.
She didn't want her subordinates to pay the price for her incompetence.
It might even lead to sacrifices from Taotie and the others.
